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[[preprinted]] [[underlined]] March 6 [[/underlined]] [[/preprinted]]

giving John one - George one and Ruth one - with reservations  I may get it back and give it to someone else soon.  I couldn't bear for Gale to have it.  Rod probably wouldn't want it.  I don't care to give it to George A and Bob isn't worth it.  Bob writes.  He is still moon-calfing - and he does it so poorly - 28 years old and still wondering over the problems of life that are presented to him by the cosmopolitan and Peter B Kyne.  It's disgusting - but he's an engineer - If I were there, he says - we would sit by the open fire and watch it burn and feel that we were near each other - and say nothing.  I'm afraid we had little more in common than that we liked Cashmere Boquet soap and Johnson's talcum powder - He should have been married long ago - He's still going to school.  I'm sure [[underlined]] I [[/underlined]] don't know why.

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[[preprinted]] [[underlined]] March 7 [[/underlined]] [[/preprinted]]

March 27. - I spent last quarter in the house - hence no entries.  It was as I knew it would be. I didn't want John to know them and I didn't want them to know John.  I was constantly making apologies to myself.  Damn  Its over now - mostly.  He came nearly not coming back because I went to a house party in Rollo Mo and I didn't write him while I was gone.  The afternoon I came back we went walking - on west mountain.  We were there once before.  How much I loved him - and how hurt I was that he was going away.  We planned to meet in Fort Smith on my way home - and we did - but the meeting was interrupted - I might add - as Jack Appleby might say.  I'm changing in that I am not nearly as conscious of what people say as I used to be.  [[underlined]] Pen dry [[/underlined]]